Chapter Forty-Seven: It Would Be Impolite to Refuse

Bell sounded is confident in being able to conquer him. On one hand, it is due to her own reasons, and on the other hand, it is because Que holds this genuine and unfeigned goodwill and affection towards her.

"Since there is no foolishly waving of wands here, many of you among us do not believe this is magic."

The village leaned against a large river, with two sparse weeping willows by the bank. Strangely, the bark seemed to have been stripped completely clean by someone. The biting winter wind urged the withered weeping willow branches to sway feebly, leaving little vitality behind.

Tanchun truly seemed infuriated. She figured that though she had always been somewhat harsh towards this unpromising younger brother of hers, her care for him was nonetheless sincere.

"Brother Liang, why bother lower yourself to argue with a person like this? Doing so would only lower our own status," said Bai Jinyu.

Lin Chu was very fortunate to become the child of someone else's family. Watching his uncle discipline Yan Xiao, Lin Chu rubbed his nose with a wry smile.

"Reporting to the Grand Tutor, the Emperor did come over early in the morning, but in the end, he returned to the Palace of Concentrated Elegance," said the guard.

Today was the day Dongfang Yunyang participated in the Ninja Academy graduation exam. She had quite a bit of confidence in Dongfang Yunyang; with his current strength and skill level, passing the Ninja Academy graduation exam was completely unproblematic, and barring any accidents, he would even be able to secure an SSS-level rating.

And now, the stage area of Hall No. 3 had been partitioned into six cubicles, with each cubicle measuring approximately thirty square meters.

An hour later, Jia Zong was clamped under the armpit of the "red-eyed, one-armed ugly ghost" and tossed out of the second inner gate.

Ordinarily, internal injuries did not require topical medicine, but the Empress Dowager's internal energy was of some unfathomable kind that could actually inflict external wounds on a person. Murong Jinglan's injuries were thus laid bare before her in the form of both external and internal trauma.

Shen Miaoyan supported the back of her chair, her pale complexion not yet fully recovered as she merely lowered her gaze to stare at her own embroidered shoes.

Shen Wan still intended to apply medicinal paste to her face that morning. She took a washbasin and went out into the courtyard to fetch water. As soon as she stepped out, she felt someone behind her scrutinizing her.

"All soldiers, the enemy is making a desperate attempt to storm the city this time. Let us pull together and beat back the enemy's assault. Once we repel this attack, the enemy is defeated." Seeing the enemy troops charging beneath the city walls, Ying Kang naturally knew that this time the enemy was locked in a life-or-death battle with the Qin army.

The two gazed at each other for a long time. Shen Miaoyan's eyes were far too bright, resembling a sun that could not conceal even a speck of dust.

Yet, tossing and turning, she could not fall sleep. Her consciousness remained awake, closely monitoring every single movement in this room, including every sound—those that should have sounded in her expectation, yet did not.

She truly had not intended to use a talisman to injure anyone. At that time, Gu Ling's attack had arrived, and with Murong Chuyue's cultivation level, she could have directly dodged it. Yet, whether her mind went blank or whatever the reason, a fourth-tier talisman was casually flicked out by her.

The pagoda stood eighteen stories high, something ordinary hidden guards simply could not ascend. Even Jun Tianlan had only three shadow guards of the "Ye" generation, such as Ye Lin, by his side who could use lightness kung fu to sweep upwards.

After waiting for a moment, Mistress Song heard the sound of Scholar Qin snoring, knowing that Scholar Qin would not continue with her. Pulling up the clothes that Scholar Qin had stripped halfway off her body, Mistress Song drifted off to sleep as well.

If Qin Yan's condition was good, that would be for the best. If Qin Yan was severely unconscious and heavily injured, she would figure out a way to find the best physician to treat his wounds. Ever since she learned that Qin Yan was unconscious and unresponsive, Shen Wan's heart had been hanging by a thread.

From then on, though Zhebei nominally won the duel, the one who truly shone was the Crown Prince of Daliang, Qin Yun. The people of the Northern Man tribes were extremely superstitious. Seeing that Qin Yun did not die under Zhebei's arrows, they all felt this was the will of heaven, and their morale plummeted almost to freezing point.

Shen Yue was no exception. Over the past few days, she had sold three sets of her crafted snake-shaped puppets. Once the word spread, quite a few people came to her stall to make purchases, and there were even advance orders placed by monster-hunting troupes.

Stumbling their way into the common room, the four of them were still gasping for breath when Harry spotted something amiss through the window.

However, failing to knock the opponent airborne—perhaps due to their massive size—as the Ascending Dragon Slash ended, Li Chen landed firmly on his feet and employed a roll once more. Simultaneously, Qisi flipped the scepter in his hand and slid it downward sharply, causing a cross-toed scepter to plunge into the ground nearby.

Qin Tian remained calm and composed, as though nothing had ever happened between him and Zhu Yongfeng's son, Zhu Yi.

Lin Chen pressed his foot all the way down on the accelerator, and the jeep surged toward the bridge like a beast. In his line of sight, two cars were parked two hundred meters away in the distance, and behind the vehicles, two black gun barrels protruded.

Seeing that the other party actually recognized this item, Li Yi's eyes narrowed, and he instantly appeared right before them.

However, David's retaliation was equally prompt; not a single drop of the remaining liquid was wasted, and it was all splashed across his face.

The moment Chen Mi saw the gossipy glint in everyone's eyes, she knew that if she did not explain clearly, some rumors were bound to spread.

"Thank you, David. This is only what I should do..." Catherine wanted to decline, but under David's insistence, she still unwrapped the gift.

Three of them were powerhouses of the Heaven-Blessed Realm, serving respectively as dispatched councilors from Jingwei City, Youjing, and Mojing. They had originally returned to the capital to report on their duties, never expecting to be drafted on the spot directly by the National Council, assigned under another individual whose strength was far inferior to theirs, yet who already held a position as a formal councilor: Gormecos Herien.